I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

Following the surrounding ruins inward, Mingxuan quickly rushed in, taking the lead. The interior was almost completely hollowed out, but he walked briskly, "Let me see~"

What exactly is it?

The secret script of the Sword Inquiry Sect, the Bright Moon Arrow of the Moon Purity Sect, the Gentle Breeze Sword of the Wind Transformation Sect—what about their spiritual weapons?

The boy walked around, finding the forbidden area quite empty. He looked left and right, and in the middle, only one empty space remained, where a weapon stood...

shovel?

Mingxuan's eyes widened slightly as he tried to turn his head and look around, hoping to find something he had missed. No matter how you looked at it, the shovel in the middle was just an unassuming shovel.

Like the Dark Book and the Bright Moon Arrow, one is black and exudes an ominous aura, while the other is like a handful of gentle moonlight, both displaying the qualities of innate spiritual artifacts.

What is their magical weapon? A shovel for digging? Are you kidding me?

"Where's the magical artifact?"

Mingxuan murmured something.

Not only was he incredulous, but the demons who had followed them into the forbidden area were equally unsure whether it was the magical artifact they were trying to seize.

Spiritual artifacts always have a unique appearance, making them easily recognizable. However, the spiritual artifact in front of us has no fluctuations of spiritual energy and no spirit. It is just an ordinary shovel.

"This is our magical artifact?" Mu Chongxi's voice suddenly rose: "It's fake, isn't it?"

The group rushed into the forbidden area one after another, craning their necks to look around for a long time. Ye Qiao used her divine sense to scan the surrounding area and confirmed that apart from the shovel, there was no other spiritual artifact.

"This seems to be it."

"This shovel is the treasure of our Changming Sect?" Mingxuan's voice was ethereal. "Our patriarch couldn't possibly expect us to go out and fight with shovels."

Other sects use books, bows and arrows, spirit swords—such elegant spiritual weapons. Why do they use shovels?

Even the good-natured Xue Yu's eyelids twitched. "This shovel..."

What can it do?

It wouldn't be appropriate for the representative of the righteous path to slowly pull out an iron shovel while the other sword cultivators take to the stage in a solemn and tense atmosphere, would it?

He muttered to himself, "Originally, it was more likely that our two sides would be evenly matched this time. The demon and monster races each have only two Tribulation Transcending stage cultivators. The Sword Inquiry Sect Master can fight the Demon Lord to a draw, and the remaining four sect masters are enough to restrain the Tribulation Transcending stage Demon Emperor."

"Not to mention Junior Uncle and the others, so as long as the two Tribulation Transcending cultivators are unable to take action, it will be us who have to outwit and outfight those demon elders and demon cultivators."

With both sides having roughly equal fighting strength, the question is which side can break the balance first and tilt the situation to one side.

"Our opponents this time should all be Nascent Soul or Spirit Transformation cultivators." If the demons were to hide even more thoroughly, they might even have some at the Void Refinement stage. Mu Chongxi complained, "Using this shovel against them, it doesn't seem like we have much hope at all."

The Dark Book and the Moon Arrow must be returned to their respective sects, but the only magical artifact they can take with them is a simple, unadorned shovel.

The Sword Inquiry Sect's secret manual is a noble control system; this kind of weapon's control effect is absolutely terrifying.

"What can this shovel be used for?"

"Don't say that. We're not without a chance of winning even if we go into battle with shovels."

"Hmm?" Xue Yu tilted his head, thinking that he had some unique insights.

Mingxuan's voice was lively: "At least we can pull out shovels under the spotlight and make our opponents laugh to death."

"..." Chu Ling felt that, at times, compared to the solemnity and coldness of other sects, they were genuinely happy when they got together.

She was both amused and exasperated. "It's not as bad as you guys make it out to be."

The Han Guang Shovel is, after all, a primordial spiritual weapon. It's inappropriate for these people to start by belittling it.

The two demons following behind them briefly imagined the scene.

That's indeed...quite humorous.

When the righteous sect's direct disciple stepped onto the field with a shovel, not only the righteous sect but also the demonic cultivators within the demon race would probably be laughing their heads off.

Therefore, to obtain a uniquely designed magical artifact, one needs to be thick-skinned and have a strong mental fortitude to remain calm and composed.

After Mingxuan finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed the shovel in his palm. However, after pulling for a long time, the shovel remained stuck in the ruins without moving.

Seeing this, Xue Yu pushed him aside, easily pulled him out, and said, "What are you dawdling over there for?"

OK OK.

Ming Xuan laughed angrily. "Is it targeting me?"

Otherwise, since neither of them were combatants, how could Xue Yu have pulled it out so easily?

"You're just jealous that I'm stronger than you." Xue Yu ignored him, examining the shovel in his hand. He noticed a name engraved on it: "Han Guang Shovel. Sounds pretty impressive."

Seeing that Xue Yu held it so lightly, Mingxuan tentatively took it, but as soon as it landed in his palm, he was almost knocked over by its heavy weight.

"I told you it was targeting me!!" Xue Yu actually thought he was jealous of his strength.

This magical artifact clearly understands human speech. Mingxuan immediately launched into a tirade of ridicule; it would be strange if he were willing to let Mingxuan take the Han Guang Shovel.

Hearing the disdain in his junior brothers and sisters' voices, Zhou Xingyun reached out and flipped the Han Guang Shovel into his palm.

A beautiful woman deserves an iron shovel.

Depend on.

What kind of look is that?

Ye Qiao couldn't help but cover her eyes. "Don't tell me our ancestor used this thing to fight against others."

"This is so disillusioning," Mu Chongxi said.

The two of them were still quite immature, and the ancestor's achievements provided ample room for their imaginations.

It couldn't possibly be a shovel!

The four of them were howling and wailing, making Zhou Xingyun's calmness and composure seem somewhat out of place.

Zhou Xingyun felt it was alright, since his martial uncles had already given him a heads-up. He suspected that what he expected might not be a magical artifact, but a living being.

Or perhaps a bioweapon like the junior sister that emits a strange smell.

They could already picture the scene of the elder solemnly telling them, pointing to a cloth bag filled with a bunch of stinking things, that this was their sect's most prized possession.

"Its shape is somewhat strange."

"But..." Zhou Xingyun gripped the Han Guang shovel, raised his hand, and seemingly tossed it forward lightly.

The air around them billowed with dust, and the center of the shovel quickly shattered, creating a huge gap. His sudden move left the four people who were groaning in pain stunned.

They quickly peered into the huge crack and estimated it to be at least six meters deep.

Holy crap. This is an incredibly powerful magical artifact.

The senior apprentice slowly commented, "It's really easy to use."

Under the influence of gravity, the shovel leaves a deeper mark than the spirit sword.

Although this magical artifact does look rather unremarkable.

……

Within Cloud City, with the sect leader absent, the token was entrusted to the elders for safekeeping. As the victorious sect, Changming Sect was the venue for a meeting of countless powerful figures from the cultivation world, which should rightfully be held in the city closest to Changming Sect.

There are quite a few cultivators in the cultivation world who live in seclusion. Among the eight great families alone, there are powerful figures who are hundreds of years old and whose cultivation level is at least at the Refinement stage. However, they will not easily come out of seclusion unless they are forcibly invited out or when their lives are in danger.

It hasn't reached that point yet; those who have come are just cultivators who are willing to step forward.

The people present were all at the Nascent Soul to Void Refinement realms. They were only targeting the increasingly rampant behavior of the demon and monster races, and retaliating against the cities that had been slaughtered.

Elder Zhao exchanged glances with the other elders from various sects, and one of the powerful figures asked, "Where are Ye Qiao and the others?"

The Five Sects have only two young Nascent Soul cultivators, but they are definitely not weak.

They were both qualified for the Nascent Soul and Void Refinement realms, but they didn't see a single person.

Elder Zhao chuckled. "Ah, what use are two brats?" His attitude was clear: he didn't want Ye Qiao involved. Even those at the Void Refinement Realm couldn't guarantee a safe escape, and Ye Qiao was the most talented disciple of the Changming Sect.

It's impossible for us to let her come.

"They're both at the Nascent Soul stage, after all. What's with all this timidity?"

The most powerful cultivators in the cultivation world have gathered here.

One cultivator waved his hand impatiently, "Bringing these two here would only add two more Nascent Soul cultivators; it's better than nothing."

Clearly, some powerful figures look down on a bunch of brats, even though they are among the best of the younger generation in the cultivation world, they are not qualified.

Moreover, if they lose, the last hope of those direct disciples in the cultivation world will be lost.

Whether we win or lose, we must not let it affect them.

This is a point on which they all reached a consensus.

……

Having witnessed the power of the Han Guang Shovel's single strike, the four of them finally muted their microphones. Xue Yu nodded and knelt, "After we get the spiritual weapon, we must first go to the Demon Realm to rescue the little prince."

The demons haven't touched the young prince, presumably because they're hoping to use him to their advantage. Whoever captures the dragon prince will be the one who benefits.

Without a sect leader, the Changming Sect could not guarantee the safety of the young prince. However, with the identity of the dragon prince, it was certain that he was safe.

"No one has ever been to the Demon Realm..." Chu Ling hesitated for a moment, "...right?"

She had said it with great certainty, but thinking about Ye Qiao and the others' exciting experiences, she felt that they might actually have been there.

"I'm quite familiar with the demon race."

"You might need to disguise yourselves a bit then, as they have a special language," Ye Qiao added while thinking. "And the tone of their voice. They like to laugh out loud every now and then."

Yue Qing'an asked, "For example?"

Neither he nor his junior sister had ever dealt with the demons.

Then the others demonstrated it to them.

"Oh hahahahahahahahahahahaha."

"..."

That incredibly mesmerizing laughter nearly sent the two eavesdropping demons flying.

The two exchanged a glance.

You know, in their minds, personal disciples are usually quite aloof.

Damn it, so in the end, their aloofness was just a protective shield, and their real killer move was being sick?